Blackfeather Woods nyctophilia

Good, Maegi answered, giving Istoira a smile. I'm sure they'll be glad to have a student willing to learn. And. . . She turned slightly, catching Jakoul in the center of her gaze before gesturing toward the other woman with her chin. Jakoul hunts. Perhaps you two could bond over that?

For the pack to survive, they would all need to grow much closer than they were. Right now, things seemed. . .scattered.

I'm off to the temple, to pray, she said, addressing both of the wolves, now. If you'd like to join me, you're welcome. Otherwise. . .I'll see you around? she asked, shrugging. After any answer given, she gave her packmates nods of farewell before traveling back the direction she came, heading toward the Altar with a prayer of thanksgiving in her heart.

Molag Bal lived—but the ranks of those against him had swelled one bigger, today.